I tested the camera set up, my zoom session is ready to go and I had my AirPods in my hands and now they are gone. What happened? Ughhhhh, it is time to start class and my air pods are no where to be found. So, I teach the class in a loud voice as if the iPad is a hard of hearing student. Class foes fine, except where did my AirPods go. Later in the evening the mystery was solved. My compulsive neatness was the culprit. I’d brushed my teeth prior to class; apparently, when I put the toothbrush and toothpaste in the dental section of my toiletry drawer, I saw my AirPods and mistook them for dental floss.
I can’t stand random things on the counter and tend to put things away immediately. It’s funny, if I didn’t live alone, I would swear I didn’t do it. Living alone forces total accountability. Sometimes, it, well sucks. You’re force to confront and own your quirks. Neatness may not kill me, but like a little anxious dog chasing her tail, fortunately, I can get a good laugh out of it.